“I did! I did like what I saw!” I backpedaled quickly, hoping he would change his mind.
“I know you did,” he replied darkly, his voice a mysterious rumble that didn’t seem to be any more open to the idea of me coming than before. His fingers moved faster and I squirmed on top of his thigh. I couldn’t seem to get the right angle to tease my clit myself, so I was left to watch him stroke his cock without the pleasure of release.
It was the ultimate tease and the worst part of all was that I knew I’d done it to myself.
“Sir, please,” I begged.
“If you’re a good girl when I take you shopping, I may let you come today. Right now, though, I’m going to enjoy the sight of you naked, wet, and needy in my shower.”
I shivered, squeezing my legs around his. I whimpered as his wicked stare leveled with mine. He knew what he was doing to me.
My pussy tightened with greedy need. I wanted him to stop stroking his cock and shove it deep inside me. My core swirled with desire, clenching over and over again until I pitched forward at the building ache. He worked his cock faster then, a bit more roughly and I couldn’t help but watch the expression on his face as he came with a loud roar. His seed splashed against my belly, and I pouted, annoyed that his seed was being wasted as it washed down the drain instead of filling me.
I turned my head, and he gripped my hair roughly in his fist, forcing me to turn back to him.
“When I ask you a question, angel, I expect an answer. I have an infinite number of ways to punish you. Remember that the next time you think to defy me,” he warned.
My aching pussy throbbed harder, and my hand snaked down between us with the full intent of taking care of my need all by myself.
He caught my wrist and quickly pinned it over my head. “You are forbidden from touching that little pussy, angel. Now I have a nice day planned for the two of us. It would be a shame if I had to start it by marking your pretty little ass with my belt,” he growled.
Gently, he lowered my legs to the floor. I kept quiet, far too overcome by being punished with my own desire to say anything at all. I’d never expected him to deny me. He washed me slowly after that, taking care to cleanse and condition my hair thoroughly. He used a plush loofah to soap up my body, taking care to clean between my legs a bit more roughly than I’d expected.
He washed himself far more rapidly. When he was done, he shut off the water and wrapped me in a plush towel that had been heating over the warmer.
Still feeling a bit pouty, I pulled the towel a little tighter around my chest. He grasped my face with both hands, smiling gently as he traced his thumbs over my cheeks.
“Be a good girl for me today and I will reward you. If you’re a bad girl, then I’ll be forced to punish you. You should know though, either way, I’m still fucking you in my bed tonight,” he vowed.
“Yes, sir,” I murmured.
“You’re an absolute vision, even when you’re pouty, my angel,” he remarked.
I blushed and the ache between my thighs somehow lessened.
“So, you will let me come today?” I said hopefully.
“Yes. Now go in the bedroom and get dressed. I had my designer put together a single outfit for you so that you didn’t have to shop naked,” he grinned.
I groaned out loud and he swatted my towel-covered bottom playfully. With a giggle, I ran out of the room to find a small box that had been laid out on the table beside a full cup of tea. I wrapped my hands around the steaming mug and took a small sip to find a perfectly brewed cup of English breakfast tea with just a hint of honey. I enjoyed several more sips before turning my attention to the box.
Excitedly, I lifted the lid and found a set of simple cotton lingerie and a blue wrap dress, with a pair of sparkly blue shoes beneath them.
“I thought the color would really bring out your eyes,” he said from behind me. I turned around, noticing that he was leaning against the doorframe.
“I don’t usually wear dresses,” I said a bit shyly.
“I’d like to see you in a great many of them, angel,” he grinned easily as his eyes roved over me.
My pussy had never stopped throbbing and his wicked perusal left me needier than ever. Feeling frustrated and rebellious, I untucked my towel and let it drop to the floor. The chilly air rushed between my thighs, letting me know without any doubt that I was soaking wet.
I dressed slowly, taking my time, and making sure to put on a show as I did it. He watched the entire time, saying nothing as I tried to goad him into throwing me on the bed and fucking me senseless. I saw his jawline tense and a strange thrill of victory jolted through me.
At least I knew I was having some effect on him. When I was done, I purposefully brushed by him so that I could grab the comb on the counter. With a quiet chuckle, he walked into the closet and emerged fully dressed in an expensive matte black suit.
When we were both ready, he led me out of the mansion into a waiting limo. It drove off and I settled against him in the backseat, his arm secure and steady around my shoulders. I didn’t really pay attention to where we were going until we pulled up in front of a retail store.
It was Prada.